I want to go to his house and break all his windows. I want to take everything that means anything to him, and curb stomp it into the ground. I want to punch him in the stomach a thousand times, until he finally hurts as much as I do, and when he does he will... Continue Reading →
I've been doing everything I possibly can not to write about you. I shut down my computer. I make more plans. I thwart my own desire to write. I don't tell friends your name, I won't introduce you. I put your flowers on the coffee table and stuffed the hand written note into the top left... Continue Reading →
He isn't the type to show up in your doorway, and that's a good thing. When I watch the wrong movie and the man tells the woman he respects her for her tenacity and strength, and that he wants her to be successful because she's earned it, I cry; he doesn't come. When the janitor... Continue Reading →
Three... two... one... And the room goes wild. He kisses me. He tastes like you think a man should. His arms are wrapped around me, clutching my back to shield me from the crowd. We are pressed tight, an ocean of champagne and shouting. He downs the last of an enormous beer, crashes the glass... Continue Reading →
We're having a beer at the pub, and me being me, I'm being an asshole. Other than a brief flirt at an alumni event, I hadn't seen Kyle in about a month. I'd skipped town, and he'd facebooked me, asking to hang out while I was surfing in Central America. "You were ridiculous," I chide... Continue Reading →
The first time I heard this song, you were stretched out on your back in the emptied out shell of Charlie’s van. The three of us had stayed out all night, and come sun up, bleary-eyed and drunk on adventure, you were driving me back to my dorm room. Lying down in the spot where... Continue Reading →
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